[Wilhelm laughs too. The situation itself is kind of funny, worth a chuckle, but Kell — held hostage by laughter — elevates it to another level. That's the best kind of funny. When the laughter starts to ebb, Wilhelm eggs him on again by unwrapping his piece of cake from the thick wax paper and waggling it in Kell's face. He mimes out how awkward it is to eat the thing without a fork. It's a solid minute before they collect themselves.]
Who let us plan anything?
[Well, it was all Kell's idea, but Wilhelm will share in the blame anyway. It's more fun to be a conspirator. Now he actually tries a bite of the cheesecake, and though the flaky crust starts to fall apart in his hands, it's good.]
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Who let us plan anything?
[Well, it was all Kell's idea, but Wilhelm will share in the blame anyway. It's more fun to be a conspirator. Now he actually tries a bite of the cheesecake, and though the flaky crust starts to fall apart in his hands, it's good.]